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stains that were obviously dried blood. And his hands…
    He only has one. I’m pretty too much woman for that.”
    “you, Sata-san.etsure, when he was my student, he had two.
    “I need your help, Sata-san. I need to find Talon.”
    Sata was about to dismiss the man, but before the words left his lips he paused.
    Teague and Talon, once best friends, were now mortal enemies. Perhaps Teague could come in useful somehow.
    “Let us grab a cup of tea and discuss it,” Sata said. “You may pay.”
    The world might be ending tomorrow, but why spend credits if it wasn’t necessary?

Chapter 8
    Alter-Talon looked at the drugged and sleeping Vicki, and his thoughts turned to the same thing they always turned to when he saw someone, anyone at all, sleeping.
    Rape.
    Normally a pleasant thought, but Alter-Talon’s procreational equipment was rotting just like his hands and feet, and he was afraid anything he stuck in Vicki would stay in Vicki. Especially if her kegel muscles were as strong as his real wife’s.
    If all was going according to plan, Talon and his wife were now in the SS Wisconsin. He’d give it a bit of time, let the CPD recover the heliplane wreckage, then he’d move on to phase two of the plan.
    Until then, he had to find an appropriate doctor to remove and transplant Talon’s choicer bits. The last doctor had been tough to find. Even with socialized medicine, physicians were well paid, and very few could be tempted by mere credits. That meant locating someone who was both a professional and sufficiently motivated. There were so many double-checks and fail-safes built into the healthcare system that malpractice was unheard of, so it wasn’t as if you could search for doctors who had lost their licenses.
    With the previous doctor, Alter-Talon had used Vicki as the motivator. A promised one week no-holds-barred retreat with his prostitute wife was enough to make even the most dedicated surgeon do some rogue moonlighting. But he’d been the only doctor on Vicki’s client list. So instead of bribery, Alter-Talon knew he’d have to try extortion.
    No problem. Alter-Talon enjoyed extortion almost as much as rape.
    He spent some time on UFSE, searching for experienced surgeons who lived nearby and had a lot to lose, like a spouse and kids. He found one only a few blocks away.
    Time to get to work.
    Alter-Talon walked by Vicki—peacefully unconscious on the hotel bed—and gave her breast a squeeze. The real thing was okay, but augmentation was so much better. Perhaps the doctor he brought over could do a cup increase and an LLVV on her before the transplant. It was such a shame to see a beautiful woman with nothing more than what she was born with.
    Then it was out the door and into the hallway. Like most metropolitan buildings, plants were everywhere. Ivy clung to the walls. Moss hung from the ceiling on organic lighting fixtures. This hotel even applause.
    &Bci became I pu took green to the next level, and the carpeting underfoot was a lush grass lawn, so dense and soft it cushioned every step. Alter-Talon passed a maintenance worker, trimming the floor with a laser mower and collecting the clippings. He gave the man a little bump with his hip, knocking him sideways, glancing backward as the utopeon ran the mower over his own foot and bisected the front of his shoe.
    “The guests have right of way, asshat,” Alter-Talon warned.
    The man bowed a pale, subservient apology. Then he dropped to all fours, whimpering while collecting his severed toes.
    Alter-Talon took the stairs. The overhead grow lights were almost blinding, and louversills lined the stairwell walls. Khat plants grew out of the fertilizerboard at forty-five degree angles, brushing against Alter-Talon’s face. He tore a few leaves from the walls as he trudged past, chewing the bitter green, storing the masticated pulp in his cheek. Once he exited the street, he checked his DT to get his bearings, then headed east toward Prospect Avenue. His shoes